Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Move,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.